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hen I played the help-tune of our reapers, their wine-song, whenhandGrasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, and great 50hearts expandAnd grow one in the sense of this world's life.--And then, the lastsongWhen the dead man is praised on his journey--"Bear, bear him along,With his few faults shut up like dead flowerets! Are balm seeds nothereTo console us? The land has none left such as he on the bier.Oh, would we might keep thee, my brother!"--And then, the glad 55chauntOf the marriage--first go the young maidens, next, she whom we vauntAs the beauty, the pride of our dwelling.--And then, the great marchWherein man runs to man to assist him and buttress an archNaught can break; who shall harm them, our friends?--Then, the chorusintonedAs the Levites go up to the altar in glory enthroned. 60But I stopped here; for here in the darkness Saul groaned.
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